We’re back from our friends’ incredible wedding weekend in Oaxaca, Mexico.
We had a blast — went to the ruins of Monte Alban, saw the world’s biggest (widest) tree called El Tule, went to a live flamenco show, and walked, danced and ate our way through the beautiful city of Oaxaca.
I will spare you every little detail of our trip (I put pics up on Facebook last night if you’re interested, so you can see them there or try clicking here and here for the albums), but I would like to share two of the most relevant-to-this-blog scenarios.
Watching the women dance flamenco (one pictured here), I realized that I wasn’t noticing their size so much as how they moved: so effortlessly, so beautifully, so boldly. Flamenco is demanding and, like tango, it’s hard to not be entranced watching someone dance it. I was mesmerized.
The women were beautiful and strong, curvy yet tight … and the fact that I was able to recognize this in that moment — versus envying what they have and what I lack — was truly a good feeling. I focused on that the rest of the night, and had a wonderful time. It was like I checked my body image issues at the proverbial door or something.
Second, at our friends’ wedding Saturday night, I ate a huge slice of cake, plus some of my husband’s … and I didn’t regret it one bit.
You see, Oaxaca is famous for its chocolate and its mole (of which mole is made) and this cake was a Oaxacan chocolate tres leches cake. In other words, heaven in my mouth. I wish I could do it justice in a description, or that I had a pic of it.
But I didn’t take one (was too busy eating!) and no words will adequately explain that delicious, moist/dense burst of milk and chocolate. Just know it was absolutely worth every bite.
Initially, I partitioned off half of the thick slice, and then ended up going back for more very deliberately and very consciously. It was that delicious and unlike, say, a Hershey’s bar which you could get anywhere, I knew that this dessert was a once-in-a-lifetime dessert. It wasn’t frosted (I love frosting of all kinds!), but had chocolate shavings on top that were delectable.
So I’d say two good things came out of this trip. One, despite being (and looking) much heavier than I’d like to, I felt comfortable in my own skin and didn’t compare myself to others. And two, I savored a dessert and lived to tell the tale.
I’m exhausted now and actually ended up staying home from work yesterday.
When we got home super-late Sunday night, my ears still hadn’t popped from the plane (and had been hurting the whole second leg from Houston-Detroit) and I was in excrutiating pain. Topping that, my throat and glands were super-swollen.
So I went to the doctor on Monday, and it turns out my eardrums are both bright red and I have a double ear infection and need to see an ENT doc next. The downside of all this — besides the discomfort and pain — is that I can’t exercise for about a week. (The jostling movements could make this ear/throat situation worse, and elevating my heart rate right now was prohibited by my doctor).
Since I don’t want to end up with a recurring problem, I’ll listen to his advice, but I gotta say, it’s not something I wanted to hear; I’m due for my period today and exercising always helps ease my cramps and makes me feel better.
Fortunately, I honestly didn’t overeat on vacation — I ate well, enjoyed plenty of treats, and we walked so, so much … but now this means I won’t be able to meet with the trainer for our last session now until next week, and won’t be able to get her program started.
That said, next week is a new week and my body is clearly telling me something. For once, I’m listening to it.
I hope you all had a safe and healthy week/weekend and I’ll be back to regular blogging once again from here on out.